Ballad of Curtis Loew
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well, i used to wake the mornings
before the rooster crowed
searching for soda bottles
to get myself some dough
run 'em down to the corner
down to the country store
cash 'em in and give my money
to a man named curtis loew
oh curt was a black man
with white curly hair
when he had a fifth of wine
he did not have a care
he used to own an old dobro
used to play it across his knee
i'd give ol' curt my money
and he'd play all day for me
play me a song curtis loew
i got your drinking money
tune up your dobro
people said he was useless
them people all are fools
'cause curtis loew was the finest picker
to ever play the blues
he lived to be sixty
maybe i was ten
mama used to whoop me
but I'D go see him again
i'd clap my hands, stomp my feet
try to stay in time
he'd play me a song
and take another drink of wine
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on the day that curtis died
nobody came to pray
the preacher said some words
and then chucked him in the clay
he lived a lifetime
playing the black man's blues
and on the day he lost his life
that's all he had to do
play me a song curtis loew
i wish that you were here
so everyone would know
people said he was useless
them people all are fools
'cause curtis loew was the finest picker
to ever play the blues
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